



Sometimes, when you are about to turn five months old, you are just not tired.
| I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Daffodils The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -William Wordsworth |
2 comments:
He is soo precious! I love the pictures! I think in the very 1st one when he is actually laying down that he looks alot like Murdock. When he is turned and facing you though he has his own sweet look. They are definitely brothers!:)
I just want to eat that baby up!! Kiss him and snuggle him and rub my nose on that soft baby hair!!! (Jacob calls this last item "fuzz therapy") Thanks for sharing the sweet pictures!
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